Not ready for solid food, and spilling the milk

I’m crying over spilled milk
And told, “It’s useless. ┬áStop.”
But I will weep for all who bilk
The harvest from the crop.

So if you ask me why I weep,
I’m crying o’er spilled milk–
The basic truths so rich and deep,
Rare treasures like fine silk,

That matter not to present ilk
Who think Jesus a dud.
I’m crying over spilled milk:
For us Christ spilled His blood.


Kneel at Open Book

Turn the page and read
Of the boy with hedgehog hair
Who always wears a turtleneck
And hugs like koala bear.
One zebra stripe or leopard fleck
And we’d have the whole zoo to feed!

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